In the east window, in the wing room, the thin, bright face is reflected by the orange, soft light and the surprise between the eyebrows and eyes.
Jia Heng was also infected by the surprise of this girl showing her sharp corners like Xiaohe. Looking at the somewhat crooked handwriting, he smiled and said: "I can write better in the future. As the saying goes, the words are like the person they are, and girls' handwriting will always be the same." You need to write more gracefully."
I secretly thought that it would be quite interesting to think about it if Qingwen was allowed to write her own verdict in the future.
Qingwen nodded and responded, looking at the words on the paper as if they were treasures.
Jinyang Princess Mansion·Attic
Curtains were laid out all around, and the glazed palace lanterns and red candles were lit silently. In the beautifully decorated attic, beside the railing illuminated by the lanterns, a palace-dressed beauty in a golden hairpin dress was half-lying on a recliner made of huanghuali. Lifting a pair of soft and flowing eyes from the jute paper, Kodan's bright and slender hands placed a piece of rice paper full of words on the small table next to her hand.
There was a bit of sadness in his tone, his red lips parted slightly, and his voice was like flying springs and flowing jade, and he said: "Is this Linjiang Immortal the opening line of the manuscript of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms"?"
Separated by the screen, outside the pavilion, an old man in brocade robes stood bowed, with his gray hair hanging down, and said: "Your Highness, the first time the manuscript was read, it was taken away by Mr. Jia."
The eldest princess of Jinyang seemed to frown and said, "Didn't you ask someone to make a copy?"
"I'm old and stupid. I didn't think of copying it at that time, but Mr. Jia said he would hand it in at the end of the month." Liu Tong, the old shopkeeper of Hanmo Zhai, couldn't help but bow a little more.
The eldest princess of Jinyang stretched out her slender jade hands painted with bright cinnamon, picked up the tea cup on the side, took a sip, and said: "Go and ask someone to urge you. If you have finished writing some manuscripts, you can bring as many as you want. It's so good." Words only make sense if they are matched with a good story."
"Yes." Liu Tong responded.
"Put the account book down and give it to Shuang'er. You can go down as well." Princess Jinyang said lightly.
"Goodbye, old man."
Liu Tong bowed his hands, then turned around and left.
"So many things in ancient and modern times can be discussed with laughter..." When the old man's footsteps faded away, the beauty in palace clothes chuckled and murmured. Under the willow leaves' thin eyebrows, a pair of soft and narrow phoenix eyes were revealed. Looking dimly at the dim lights in the distance, it is the Dahan Palace Garden.
The next day, early in the morning, Jia Heng had breakfast just like yesterday, and then went to the Wencui Pavilion of the Imperial College.
Just like the day before yesterday, I was on duty on the third floor, started with a cup of tea and an article, and it was like sitting there for a whole day.
After lunch at noon, when he was about to take a nap, Song Yuan went up to the third floor and said with a smile: "Ziyu, people have already made the wooden plaques. Let's list the area A on the third floor first. Once they are done, they will be placed here first." .”
Jia Heng poured the tea and said with a smile: "Mr. Song, you took the trouble."
While talking, he handed over the filled teacup.
"Why bother? Song Yuan waved his hand and said with a smile: "How much did Ziyu write in the back of the manuscript? I just went to the superintendent's office to do some work, and I met Zi Sheng. He said he would come over later, and I told him that you had already written the second chapter. "
"Yesterday, I finished writing the third chapter and was about to ask Mr. Song to correct it." Jia Heng turned around and took out the manuscript from behind the desk and handed it to Song Yuan.
"Oh?" Song Yuan quickly put down the tea cup, took the manuscript, and started reading.
Jia Heng was aside, sipping fragrant tea with a silent expression.
"Okay." Song Yuan put down the manuscript and gave a high praise. He looked up at Jia Heng and said with shining eyes: "In my humble opinion, this article will be a best-seller in the world. Ziyu originally sold it to Hanmo Zhai for a price... The opening price is too low. If this book is like the previous one, maybe the paper in Shenjing is expensive and a book can be worth thousands of dollars. I don’t know.”
Song Yuan has now read the so-called three golden chapters three times and savored them repeatedly. He feels that this book has the potential to be a big seller.
Jia Heng put down the tea cup and sighed: "It's a pity that the contract has been signed. We can only negotiate the price based on the specific sales situation."
Sometimes it's just like this. There are no channels or channels, and you can only watch others make money.
He didn't know Song Yuan before, so he didn't know the channels of the Imperial College.
Just as the two were talking, a clear voice came from outside, saying: "What's so low?"
It was Han Hui and Yu Zhen.
The two of them seemed to be inseparable from each other, and Meng was inseparable from each other.
When Han Hui entered the dining room, he first noticed the manuscript on the table. A look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face, and he picked it up to read.
Yu Zhen nodded to Jia Heng first, and joked with a smile: "Zi Yu, we agreed to let Zi Sheng and I have a sneak peek, but Mr. Song got there first."
Jia Heng smiled and said: "I originally wanted to call you two after writing three times. Yesterday I happened to have a meeting. I was riding back in the same car with Mr. Song. When Mr. Song asked, I didn't dare to use the broom, so I showed it to Mr. Song."
Over here, Han Hui had also finished reading the manuscript, with a look of despair on his face, and sighed: "Ziyu, I probably won't be able to sleep well tonight."
Jia Heng laughed and said, "Zisheng is joking."
Han Hui smiled and said: "I am ashamed to say that although I have read a few history books, I don't know much about "Three Kingdoms". I think many of my peers are the same. Ziyu's novel "Seven True and Three False", or It can attract the enthusiasm of the Three Kingdoms."
This is also the current situation of scholars. They blindly study the study of fashion, thinking that they are the way to advance in the profession. For history books, they regard them as miscellaneous books, and they probably just flip through them. Some famous allusions may be known, but unless the people who compile the books in the library, they usually Readers are few.
And in the form of romance stories, Jia Heng was indeed the first to tell history in this world.
Jia Heng's face paused, his eyes deep, but he remembered a person - Cai Dongfan, whose Chinese General History Romance series processed the five thousand years of official history of China into stories in the form of romantic picture books.
"By the way, just now Mr. Song said that Hanmozhai's bid was low?" Han Hui frowned and asked.
On that day, he and Yu Zhen were also the ones who witnessed the first appearance of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" in the Hanmo Studio. However, they were not familiar with Ziyu at the time, so it was not easy to ask too much about the price.
Jia Heng smiled and said: "It's just that Mr. Song said that this book showed signs of selling well. He said that if it were engraving and printing in prison, there might be more money to polish the writing."
Han Hui nodded and said: "The Prison Fangke also cooperates with outside booksellers, but... By the way, what about the literary deed? How is the literary deed agreed? Can you take a look at the literary deed?"
Jia Heng thought for a while, turned around and took out the deed from the cloth bag, and said with a smile: "Brother Zisheng, please take a look."
Han Hui took the contract, read it, and gradually frowned, saying: "This contract is only two taels per copy. Ziyu's manuscript is indeed cheap. If it is an ordinary newcomer, it is fair. Well, unexpectedly There is no agreement..."
I don't know if it was Liu Tong's negligence that day, or whether in the eyes of the old shopkeeper, he never thought that Shenjing would dare to rely on his Hanmo Zhai, so he didn't agree to pay a high amount of liquidated damages.
Of course, if there was a high liquidated damages clause that day, Jia Heng would probably be disgusted and leave after seeing it.
Song Yuan also came over at this time, looked at the contract, and asked in surprise: "Why didn't Hanmo Studio have a contract to break the contract?"
Jia Heng said: "It was considered an appointment at the beginning. I first handed over a fifteen-chapter volume, and Hanmozhai paid a deposit of fifty taels. If there is a breach of contract, I have to pay Hanmozhai one hundred taels as compensation."
Song Yuan's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said: "If that's the case, just give him a hundred taels. If the plate is carved in Jianzhongfang, only labor and paper costs are paid, and the book is sold to the world, this book may make a profit of ten thousand taels. It’s also unknown.”
Song Yuan was in charge of the Wencui Pavilion of the Imperial Academy, and was responsible for the printing of manuscripts in the pavilion, and even the publication of books by some lecturers, and was familiar with the process.
Yesterday I thought that Hanmozhai had strong financial resources and could renegotiate the price, but if we renegotiate the price again, it would cost a few hundred taels more at most.
When Han Hui heard this, his expression paused, he folded the deed and asked, "Ziyu, what are your plans?"
Jia Heng pondered for a moment and said: "Now that I have agreed to my promise, it is not appropriate to repeat it, but we can choose an opportunity to talk again."
This is also a rule-based and common practice in the industry... Let's not talk about buying out and converting into shares. It is still possible to renegotiate the price.
Yesterday, Mr. Song also confirmed this. This is a common practice in this world.
